What’s Raven going to do when his targeted kill turns out to be his mate?
Raven is a shifter with the ability to see the darkness in a person’s soul. He has never strayed off his path or let a target live before, until he meets Cassandra for the first time. She’s an innocent, so why does someone want her dead?
As soon as Cassandra laid eyes on the mysterious man, she wants him with an intensity that scares her. When he appears in her room one night with an impossible story, she has two choices—believe him or die.
It’s a fight against time and with an attraction that scares them both, no-one knows what the future holds.
Her moans had echoed all over the mansion. Raven had even heard them from his place on the roof; he’d shifted long enough to enter from the skylight before taking his human form again and went to investigate. The corridors were dark, but it wasn’t a problem. The dog he’d spotted earlier remained silent in the kitchen, a terrible guard but Raven was thankful he didn’t have to silence him.
The moans made him rock hard, she was the only one in the house, which left one very interesting possibility of what she was up to.
It didn’t take long to find her room, the door slightly ajar and he pushed it open a little more. Cassandra writhed on the bed, one hand between her legs and the other on her chest. He watched her come undone and knew he could do it better. He wanted her to fall apart with his tongue lapping at her juices, sucking and teasing her until she called out his name. He quite liked the fantasy and missed her eyes opening, resting on him. Her scream ripped through the air.
Well, what did you expect? That she’d pull you into her arms and you could finally find out what her lips taste like?
Raven darted from his place in the doorway and pressed his hand across her mouth. “I won’t hurt you.” The words left him in a rush, as she fought against him. “Cassandra, I don’t intend to hurt you. Listen to me. Please listen to me.” Her fighting gradually came to a stop, her breathing heavy and fast pressing against his chest. “I’m going to remove my hand. Don’t scream. I don’t want to keep you quiet.”
For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what he was doing. The smell of her desire, mixed with the vanilla perfume that seemed embedded into her skin, filled the air and it was distracting as hell. “Trust me?”
It was asking a lot and he knew it, but she finally nodded. The impression of her lips against his hand felt like a burn, as if the brief touch left a scar against his skin.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
Her words made him angry that he hadn’t been able to control the situation better. “I promise.”
Cassandra moved away from him, turning to face him. She nibbled at her bottom lip, her fingers twisted together. “What do you want?”